Dan is standing on a chair in the kids' room, prepping the walls to paint them. Jacob climbs up next to him.
Jacob: Look Daddy! We're getting high together!
***
Elizabeth and I are at Toys R Us, shopping for a birthday present. Unfortunately, the Spiderman toys and the Toy Story toys are in the same aisle, and the Toy Story toys are completely distracting her from our mission to pick out something Spiderman. The object of her affection? A talking, strawberry scented Lotso Huggin' Bear.
Elizabeth: Mama, I really, REALLY want this Lotso! I've wanted it for YEARS!
(She's not even exaggerating, she HAS wanted this toy since Toy Story 3 came out.)
Sarah: I know Liz, but that toy is $54. We aren't buying it today.
E: Okaaaayyyyyy.
S: You know, you have enough money in your piggy bank for it, though. It would be about half your money, but if you wanted to buy it, you could.
E: *thinking* I don't think I want to waste my money like that. I think I will ask for it for Christmas.
S: Your birthday is much sooner than Christmas!
E: I know, but if I ask for it for my birthday, then somebody else has to waste their money on it! If I ask for it for Christmas, Santa can just give it to me.
S: ...
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Bunkin'
Possibly against my better judgment, bunk beds are coming to live at our house. The kids share a room, and it's not a big room, so this is really for floor space - practical reasons more than anything else. They are over the moon excited about it.
I *loved* bunk beds when I was a kid. I never had a set of my own, but I was always excited about the prospect of using them, whether it was at camp or a sleepover at my cousins' house. Even as an eighteen year old moving into a dormitory for the first time, my enthusiasm did not wane, and I happily occupied the top bunk for my first semester and the bottom bunk for the second. I even decked out the bottom of the top bunk with glow in the dark stars, and I can't wait to do the same for Jacob (who will be sleeping on the bottom bunk for the foreseeable future.)
Unfortunately for me, parenthood has definitely stolen some of the fun of bunk beds, because now I have to WORRY about stuff. Stuff like kids taking flying leaps off the top bunk. Stuff like whether the bed is really solidly built or not. Stuff like whether it's worth it to wrangle two children in Art Van on a Saturday to even get said bunk beds in the first place. (I didn't have to actually do that because my mother-in-law watched the kids for us while we went shopping.)
Hopefully this will be the last you hear about the bunk beds. If anyone breaks anything, I'll be sure to let you know, though!
I *loved* bunk beds when I was a kid. I never had a set of my own, but I was always excited about the prospect of using them, whether it was at camp or a sleepover at my cousins' house. Even as an eighteen year old moving into a dormitory for the first time, my enthusiasm did not wane, and I happily occupied the top bunk for my first semester and the bottom bunk for the second. I even decked out the bottom of the top bunk with glow in the dark stars, and I can't wait to do the same for Jacob (who will be sleeping on the bottom bunk for the foreseeable future.)
Unfortunately for me, parenthood has definitely stolen some of the fun of bunk beds, because now I have to WORRY about stuff. Stuff like kids taking flying leaps off the top bunk. Stuff like whether the bed is really solidly built or not. Stuff like whether it's worth it to wrangle two children in Art Van on a Saturday to even get said bunk beds in the first place. (I didn't have to actually do that because my mother-in-law watched the kids for us while we went shopping.)
Hopefully this will be the last you hear about the bunk beds. If anyone breaks anything, I'll be sure to let you know, though!
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